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Rio’s friend burst into the room. “Rio, I just got a strange call from Melanie and the Royal’s mum. What on earth is going on here! You are grounded for the rest of your life! Grounded, I say. Grounded!”

The pretty green bow drifted to the ground as Rio’s tail uncurled slowly. Just then-

Wookie and Siber H came bounding in the room balancing a ladder between them and dragging a long rope. They didn’t see Rio’s friend but went up to the tree and looked at Rio and Dawson.

“We’ve come to save you” barked Siber H as Wookie started up the ladder. Suddenly-

Hurrumph!…. I know Chet posted a link to a story about one of us guys, but seriously I could give a crap about anything that has to do with Hefner and one of his money grubbing bimbos….grump! spit!

Tree’d!…What I do want to know is how Dawson and I got out of the Christmas tree the other night…snort! … It’s all very foggy. Although, I do remember hearing SiberH Yarking very loudly and Dawson putting her hands over her ears and wincing….heh!

Guitar!….Loved Staff’s video of Wookie listening to guitar music….heh!…He really gets into the rhythm of it doesn’t he?…snort!… That must have been one of Dawson’s beers sitting on the table though. Wookie is a wine connoisseur not a beer drinker…sniff!

We here are ready to get back to some sort of normal. Getting up at nine, breakfast at ten. Good grief the day is half over.

The weather is supposed to get better today, so I may go out and supervise the leaf removal from the yard. Mom is usually only good for one bag at a time, so it may be summer before the yard is clean.
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Rio – we are Royalty and therefore have no need for mere paper validation of our knowledge and skills.

However, we would like to cite a recent accomplishment that should please Professor Trigger –
Mama and Dad came home to find a torn and spotlessly cleaned out giant bag of Lays Potato Chips on the sofa. Ok – so thats not so amazing. What is amazing is that no one can figure out where they came from. There was a bag on the counter, but that was still there. There was a bag on the top shelf of the pantry, but THAT was still there. The folks are still scratching their heads about where it came from.
They have a theory that our resident Angel, who plays lots of tricks on them, came and brought the bag of chips for us for Christmas.
What they don’t know is that they left the car keys in plain site, so we just drove to the store to get what we wanted. (They always buy the ruffly kind of chips, and we like the flats like the ones we got)
And since the Kats like the flats too, we gave them some so they wouldn’t rat us out.

…the Rockies ornament was shaken from the tree and was falling, as if in slow motion while Siber H., Wookie, Dawson and Rio’s friend watched in horrified disbelief, mouths agape, eyes wide, ears hearing nothing except the roar of impending doom. Then, like a miracle the treasured ornament landed with a plump on Rio’s flat head and stayed there. Rio, who had been oblivious to the near disaster, being lower in the tree than Dawson, let out a pitiful, “ow”. Rio’s friend started laughing hysterically, SiberH yarked and Wookie took the ornament gently from Rio’s head and gave it to Rio’s friend.

…it was only then that Siber’s ever alert ears heard a muffled giggle from up higher in the tree. His eyes searched carefully, and he motioned with his nose to Agent Wookie – there was something nefarious going on.
Agent Wookie took out his Super Secret Spyglass and searched the branches one by one.
THERE!!!
There up in the top of the tree. There is a black Pug, wearing…oh NO! A YANKEES’ SHIRT!

….Rio moaned and keeled over in a dead faint. Wookie waved his tail over him, while Siber yarked in his ear.
Slowly, Rio opened his eyes.
“Kats,” he murmured.”They are the only ones who can save us now. Someone please call those Brave, Courageous and Gorgeous Kats to save the day!”
Wookie hastily tapped out an urgent SOS in his SDD.
Almost immediately, Alice, BlueCat, Abbie, Masquers, Basil and Sage showed up. They swarmed up the tree, and although the wiley black Pug tried to avoid them, they were far too clever.
They caught the Pug and threw him out of the tree.
He landed with a bounce – and one of the seams of the Yankees shirt split open.
A suspiciously long blond tuft of hair showed thru. Siber grabged theedge of the shirt and pulled.
Out of the deceivingly good disguise, fell none other than NATASHA!
“You haf caught me”, she said. “All the time I have been harassing Rio vith sitting on Friend’s lap, no von suspected Vorld’s Best Undercover Spy. It took those most intelligent Kats to unmask Natasha. Curses!”

Kats!…I think that last part was just made-up by the Herbs…grunt!…There’s no way I would ask for help from “Gorgeous” Kats…sniff!…The idea of Nattie fitting into a Pug suit is a little far-fetched too…wheeze!

Natasha preened smugly, and then daintily wiped off a few potato chip crumbs with a black lace hankie.

Rio sputtered in disbelief, remembering all too clearly the countless times he had licked Beau with affection. “GAH!”, he gagged, and trotted out of the drawing room in search of some fresh air.

There was a moment of stunned silence, and then with excruciating clearness the occupants of the room heard a whooshing sound, followed by a grunt. And another. And another. In perfect unison, everyone’s heads spun to the left, and then to right. Back and forth, left, right, left, stunned as the cats, armed with tiny tennis rackets and sweat bands, played a vigorous game using the prized Rockies ornament as a most unwilling tennis ball.

This is great! I have no idea where the morning went. I am now alone in the house (as one can be with The Newf Pack). My Guys and Gal went in to see Dan. My sister and Zoe are doing some errands and then going to the “care” meeting for Dan. The doc says it will now be 2 months. Dan is convinced she’s wrong and will be two weeks.

Sigh.

Anyhoo . . . We have a magic wand the controls the computer now!. At least we will when the Guys figure it out. Also a picture frame that does videos.

OTAS and F fixed videos up so they looked like the Harry Potter film’s pictures in “The Daily Prophet”! They are short, aged, no sound and are on a loop. While they’ve been gone I’ve done some more of the dogs and such so Dan will have a really cool frame to see short videos of us!

Rio, Natasha and part of The Newf Pack dressed in Corgi suits for the wedding, so I think that fitting into a pug suit is not out of the question.

But SiberH really could not put a stop to the kats direspectfully using Rio’s prized Rockies ornamnet as a tennis ball. No, SiberH was under the spell of that borzoi, seductively dancing the tango with her. Only a real Yankee fan could rescue the Rockies ornament from any further danger.

Yikes! Will the Rockies ornament be rescued or not?? Siber H got side-tracked and is tangled in a tango with the borzoi. The cats have a mean doubles game going on and the ornament is being slammed back and forth over the net. What will happen next?

The group, tired from the exertions of tree climbing, tennis and a tango, drank green tea and ate scones and debated the merits of social media, each with a copy of the Economist in one hand and a copy of the Borzoi’s latest TOP SECRET document in the other. They were searching for Chapter 22.

All heads turned towards the newcomer, a handsome man wearing a brand new jacket, smartly decorated with drunken snowmen and hot pink flamingos.

It was Admin.

” Would anyone mind telling me why my Christmas has been upended, Dawson is covered with tinsel and pine needles, and Rio is pacing around muttering something about Nattie kisses? And why were all the Kats playing tennis with – what is that anyway – a Rockies baseball ornament? And most importantly, why is everyone gathered here in my drawing room?

Then Spence burst in the drawing room throwing the door open wide. He ignored the gathering. He didn’t even see B stealthily opening a bottle of champagne. “How can one open a bottle of champagne ‘stealthily’?” she asked herself when the cork gave a tremendous “POP” and flew out, bearly missing Admin’s head. Spence still ignored them and yelled, “I think I’ve found Astrid!!”

I am safe at home eating cheese and crackers and sipping on hot tea so I am not in the tree. Not sure how I got out tho, must’ve fell asleep. Somebody get me out of that tree.
SiberH: It was several days ago that you were thinking that I lived on the Yukon Quest route. I don’t. Dawson City is 660 miles away and Whitehorse, the closest city to me in the Yukon Quest, is 450 miles away.

Dawson jumped on Franklin’s back and he blurred her back home. They both missed Spence’s announcement. The gathering in the drawing room crowded around Spence–after twirling in anticipation–to hear the details. Astrid has been missing for so long….

Rose, My gah was directed more at doing with the tango with the Borzoi than at you. I like Natasha but I DON’T dance. I would trust you to rescue the Rockies ornament.
(whispering, Rio, Do you think I got us out of this trouble?)

Bee, Baye wants to take the next class. This last time she did bowls. Royal’s Mum could tell us for sure, but I think bowls would be easier than vases. I think taller is harder. Is that right? She said Amalia is correct, keeper the round shape was the most difficult for her. I would have thought the glaze, but I know nuthin.

Siber, your words have tried my tears, especially when you said you can be a closet Yankee fan. I could never be mad at you for long, even though playdog that you are, you steal the hearts of many four-leggeds, and this two-legged. You’ll alway be my sweetie.

Barb – re Baye’s class, sometimes taller is harder, sometimes not. Depends on the shape and height. A symetrical flat bowl is really a skill; Baye should have no trouble with “raising” the walls on a taller pot.

And re Hef’s spaniel – we think Charlie should lift his leg on both of those spoiled “look at me, I’m a celebrity” doofuses, and then walk away to a new home where it will all be about HIM!

Thanks B & S, for Baye. And as far as Charlie the Spaniel, couldn’t be said any better.

Guess what Barb has! Pink Eye! How many old, old ladies get that? Something she picked up from the kiddies over the weekend she thinks. She is thrilled and has benedryl and eye meds. Hope doggies can’t get it!

Bear!….A River Bear video? …snort!… Somehow I missed that! I think, no I know its because Beau is all gassed up tonight. My eyes are watering so bad I can’t see clearly and there is a purple haze in the room….sniff!ugh!gasp!… What did he eat that I didn’t? He gobbled down some Greenie maybe that’s what it is….gurgle!…My friend is trying to work on her little projects. Good luck with that…heh!

Dear Basil and Sage,
Astrid was a ‘blog only’ story that Spence was posting before he wrote book four. He couldn’t continue with it because his mind was too confused with the two C&B stories in it at the same time, so we had to let Astrid go. We were told that he would come back to her, but we have seen no action on that part.

Personally I think Spence has forgotten the story line and/or couldn’t figure out the ending and it is gone forever. Some of us will never forget. Snicker….

I almost had a disaster this afternoon with some baking. I was making my wonderful pumpkin ginger nut bread and after I put it in the 2 loaf pans I thought it looked a little skimpy. I have been reducing the sugar in it each time I make it and it crossed my mind that the sugar was not reduced that much.
But I put it in the oven anyway and then went to clean up the counter….THE CAN OF PUMPKIN WAS SITTING ON THE COUNTER UNOPENED!!!
I got the pans out of the oven fast and poured them into a clean bowl, added the pumpkin and stirred them up again. When I refilled the pans they looked much more like I was used to seeing. I wondered if they would come out OK and they did! Whew. I had to wait an hour to find out though.

Document!….snort!… There is a document comprised of all the posts that contained any of the story-line slash clues regarding the Astrid case….grunt!…I am not going to volunteer to send it to Spencer, Bernie or Chet….gulp!

Melanie, loved the Newf video. Always like watching the pack at play. Could you list the newfs by size (largest to smallest or visa versa?) Mom is wondering if Franklin is the biggest or Mac?

Wolfie, toffee was fantastic again. Mom shared one batch with the Christmas company but hoarded the other for herself. She finally let Dad have one large piece with almonds tonight. He was very impressed and we think a little miffed that he didn’t get more.

Hi everyone. Wookie checking in here. Sorry, I didn’t want to alarm anyone. It’s been a quiet week here in Chevy Chase. Dad has been off so we are kind of taking it easy, although mom has kept him busy with some early spring cleaning (me, I supervise and then lay low so mom doesn’t decide that I need spring cleaning too). Wookie

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